Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Palau and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Livin' Joy to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Selecter. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
Aloha Tigers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Idris Muhammad,
Zero Boys,
ABC,
The Moody Blues,
Second Layer,
Motorama,
The Toasters,
The Fuzztones,
Kaleidoscope,
Circle Jerks,
The Dave Clark Five,
New York Dolls,
Technova,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Donald Byrd,
Donny Hathaway,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lakeside,
Tres Demented,
T. Rex,
Angry Samoans,
The Human League,
David Bowie,
Aural Exciters,
The Smiths,
Funkadelic,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Grass Roots,
Spoonie Gee,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Quadrant,
Robert Wyatt,
A Certain Ratio,
Eli Mardock,
Mad Mike,
The Electric Prunes,
Spandau Ballet,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Vainqueur,
D'Angelo,
L. Decosne,
Suicide,
Man Eating Sloth,
Dawn Penn,
Man Parrish,
The Tremeloes,
The Last Poets,
Fluxion,
Nils Olav,
Outsiders,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Cal Tjader,
Brand Nubian,
Intrusion,
Alison Limerick,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gabor Szabo,
Delon & Dalcan,
Hasil Adkins,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.